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Black Cat’s school of stealth

Striker needs help acquiring flowers

A vulnerable moment with Striker

RJ needs a Player 2

Seasons were changing, and with it, the weather too. Tommy was known as the best runner in Haven. His mutant ability being super-speed, as well as other things. However, Tommy didn’t exactly have the best immune system. Travelling into various countries and unknown habitats, as well as using all his stamina in the process, didn’t help with staying healthy. Especially on a diet that consisted of energy bars and bread.

Tommy hadn’t been running for the past week, and barely left his room. His notice board of requests for filling up fast, and yet he could barely leave his bed, nevermind run to Europe and Asia. Puking and migraines. Achey bones and bruises out of nowhere. Sudden weight loss and sneezing. Tommy didn’t like it. He was making it worse for himself by avoiding visiting someone to get himself checked out, but he didn’t want to go near anyone either. That, and doctors. Screw doctors.

If it wasn’t for the espresso machine brought in by the Scavengers before her, Gwen knew she wouldn’t have survived the day. Haven required a hell of a background check before completely accepting her into their ranks, but she knew it was worth it. Knew she was doing more good here than out on the streets fighting a fight that would be better off not fought alone, so she promised herself two more shots before forcing herself to engage with other human life. 

But the moment was nice. Basking in the morning sun on the porch of her assigned dorm, just the way she and her father had once enjoyed their mornings together. Such peaceful bliss...before the caffeine kicked in and slapped them both back to reality. She could imagine today would be no different from the approach of footsteps in the dirt.